Back in the good old days before I retired my son-in-law used to work for me after work on my bush rock business.
Instead of pay I would put his wages into a fishing fund and add the same for myself, when we had enough we would book a weekend away on a fishing charter up to a coastal town called South West Rocks.
That included accommodation and two days deep sea fishing
The owner of the charter knew all of the best spots to get us into the action.
Here's a pic of my SIL holding up a typical fish we used to encounter.
I used to get a bit sea sick but it was worth it for the fun.
That's a beauty Ian. What specie of fish is that?
Man it's been a long time, but when I was a kid we used to go out of Garibaldi off the Oregon coast. We fished with a captain there named Ted or Ed Fisher IIRC (35 years ago...) But anyway, there was a reef there that was later named 'Fisher's Reef' for that Captain, and we caught some big ling cod there. I say 'we' but mostly it was the grown-ups as I was just a kid that wouldn't let go of my dad's coat-tail long enough to get left home. I can smell the salt air and diesel exhaust right now, as well as remember crossing the bar, lol.
The nicest day I ever spent out on the ocean was out of Newport, also off the Oregon coast. I don't think there was a foot variance in the seas that day, and we fished out of my cousin's 17-foot Boston Whaler, a small craft for what can be big water. But it was beautiful that day. Idyllic, really, the water just like glass. There were four of us fishing, and I don't think there was a time all day when one of us didn't have something on. So many days fishing when someone lays into them, but the rest struggle....not this day. We hauled in blue and black bass, capezon, ling, flounder....others that I'm forgetting I'm sure. I doubt I live long enough to see another day on the ocean like that. Thanks for spurring the memory.